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By *dam1971 OP Man
over a year ago
Bedford |
We'd been e-mailing each other for a while, flirting really, and it was always a thrill to see a new message in my inbox from her. Then one day the message said she was in town and I knew the reply I had to write immediately, I'd be thinking about it for so long!
"Would you like to meet up for lunch?" I wrote back, knowing that it was being forward but also knowing that if I didn't take this chance I'd be kicking myself for ever. However relaxed, laid back or cool you try to be, it just all falls apart when you wait for a reply to a question like that and the wait seemed eternal. Maybe not too surprising, I could be some strange serial killer, I could have misread the signs, she might not like my haircut.... anything.
After a day the reply did come back and it was just what I'd hoped for. I couldn't stop smiling for hours. If I thought the wait for the e-mail reply was long, it was nothing compared to the wait for the big day, but eventually it came and I was so nervous. I wonder if you ever lose the excitement or maybe terror of meeting a girl? It's just like being a nervous teenager again and the walk to the pub was just dreadful, I left early and walked quickly, but at the same time didn't want to get there too early.
I walked in and she was already sitting at the bar. Some women are worried about their appearance, some lack confidence but from where I was standing she was really pretty. Nice eyes, curvy body and smiling when she saw me, I think that's everything I need in terms of appearance. I walked up to her and did what I'd been rehearsing in my mind for so long, said "Hi, I'm Adam" and kissed her on the cheek while deliberately putting my hand on her hip. It gets the nervousness of first touch and first kiss out of the way and I didn't want to be thinking about nothing else while we ate.
We ordered some food at the bar and went to find a table. There was one in a quiet corner and she headed towards it, either through luck or the power of my thoughts. We sat and I was very relieved when our chat seemed relaxed and natural, her voice was beautiful and her face just lit up when she smiled. Sometimes I'm not proud of being male but honestly I tried not to stare at her cleavage, honestly i did. I failed of course.
Soon the talk turned more flirty, talking about what we wear in bed, what turned us on, doing it outdoors and the risk of getting caught and it was like we were trying to outdo each other in getting naughtier. We finished the meal and she said "excuse me, I'll be back in a minute", walking towards the Ladies room. A minute later and my phone buzzed - a new message. I opened up the message and it was from her, a picture of her bare, beautifully sexy boobs!
A minute later and she walked back to the table, an enormous grin on her face. "Did you get my message?" she asked and came to sit next to me. "After what we were talking about my knickers were too wet to put back on, I had to take them off and put them in my handbag. So I thought I might as well do the same with my bra too."
My hand which was resting on her thigh under the cover of the table, moved under her skirt and her legs parted a little. It was true, she definitely had no knickers on and was definitely soaking wet. With my fingers stroking gently between her legs I leaned over and kissed her, a proper kiss this time and she was an incredible kisser. Taking her time with her lips, parting her legs even more and groaning softly with pleasure. When we stopped the plates had been taken away from the table and my finger was nicely inside her. I told her how good she looked naked with the photo. "But you can't see me entirely naked, only my top half" she replied.
"Maybe, but I can feel how good you are naked" I smiled, and with my finger inside her I started to move my thumb over her clit as her legs parted wider. We talked more about getting caught during sex, flashing outside, and her hips were starting to rock backwards and forwards on the seat. I told her that I wasn't going to stop until she had really cum, so there's no point trying to stop it. She looked deep into my eyes and replied softly "Make me"
I didn't look around to see if the place was crowded, deserted or if everyone there was staring at us, just kept talking to her, telling her how much I wanted to feel her cum, my thumb pushing harder against her clit in time with her hips moving and once again failing to avoid staring at her cleavage, but now with her nipples standing erect. She came as quietly as she could and I kissed her just as she did, her kiss was harder, so passionate and full of lust and my fingers insider her were completely soaked.
She couldn't stop smiling and I didn't dare turn around, besides looking at her smile was the best thing in there. After a minute she said "Shall we go?" and we both got up, gathering up our coats. "That was a very enjoyable lunch", she said "especially the dessert. Shall we go out this way?" leading us out of the door and then around the side of the building. We walked slowly around to the back of the building where there were a few cars parked but nobody around and she led me towards the wall, leaning with her back against it. I moved closer and kissed her again, deep and slow and she pulled me closer then unzipped my trousers. It was a bit of a struggle for her to pull my cock out, I'd been hard for so long that it was difficult to get the fabric out of the way - another thing you never see in porn films!
I undid the buttons on her top and started squeezing and caressing her beautiful soft breasts while she pulled the front of her skirt up. My cock was now pressing against her pussy and as we kissed her hands were moving my cock back and forth. I could feel the hair of her pussy over my cock and the soft wetness where she had cum. Her kissing was slow and measured but everything she was doing was just driving me crazy with lust. "Let me feel you cum" she whispered "I want to feel it splashed all over my pussy". The way she was turning me on, I didn't think she had long to wait and when it came it felt like there was so much.
Some of it was over her hand which she wiped over her breast, not just over the nipples but high up so that it could still be seen after she'd buttoned up her top. We kissed again and talked about how good it had been to meet up at last, it was a real mixture of being thrilled, enjoyment, orgasmic and a little sad that it was over. I asked if we could meet up again and her reply was just about perfect, "fucking right we will!" |
